A/N: Like I said before, my muse is up, it's 11:30 pm, and I'm ready to write. This should be longer than previous chapters. Should.
ishandahalf- using and smashing stereotypes are fun. I apologize yet again for the death of the wolf. There will be more wolves! I hope! They won't die! Promise. But there might be some various rodentia masquerading as roadkill. Not Larry though! Or Betsy!
kiki- the Acolytes and b-hood, as you dubbed them, I love that, I will refer to them from here until my birthday as the b-hood, had to follow. Oh the possibilities. Scott is so much fun to make fun of.
Pyromaniac- I'm glad you're enjoying this! I know the feeling with those tapes, I actually believed them, and stopped taping every weekend because I wanted to watch the episodes I did have taped again and again, and I missed DoR, Hex Factor, and Op. Rebirth! I was kicking myself! I did get Day o' Recovery, and Stuff of Heroes though. Don't know how I managed that. I'll stop now.
Tuva- I like these type of stories too, and decided to try my hand at writing one. Yup. Sugar's great, ain't it?
JaSsie- I'm having a hard time with Russian, Newfie, and Eastern accents in general. I'm using my uncle as a template. Close as I can get.
Continuing on.
Hank looked back, the Jamies (there were only two now) were both zonked, Rahne and Rogue were still sleeping and talking, while Ray, Roberto and Kurt closely listened, hopeful for some serious blackmail material for later use. Rogue opened her mouth again, and everyone waited to see what would come out.
"Pahtahto."
"What she say?" Ray asked, looking at Kurt.
"I don't know!"
"She's your sister!"
"That doesn't mean I understand her!"
"I think she said potato." Hank offered. Everyone nodded knowingly. Then Rahne began to speak.
"Oh no! No! not again! Not the Captain! No! Away with you Captain Sisko!"
"Sounds like someone's having a nightmare."
"Shhhhh! She's not done!"
"Oh, you, you have a biscuit for me? A treat? Take me home! Please!" Rahne seemed to be quite content, and drooling too.
"Alright, that's just wrong." Ray said, staring.
"Cuuuuucuuuummmbbeeer," Rogue wasn't done, and now she was dragging each word out. "Peeeeeeeppeeers."
"Man, she must have a secret obsession vith veggies!"
"Who knew?" Hank returned his attention to driving.
Meanwhile, in Storm's van, everyone, excluding the deranged driver were asleep. And everyone was snoring. It was sending Storm even deeper into her insanity. The three shop-a-holics had nodded off first, then came Evan and Logan, who were both snoring, and occasionally passing out an statement about their argument, which they were carrying on even in their sleep. Finally, was Wanda, who turned out to be the loudest of the five. Mouth wide open, she snored on. Storm took this time to further her evilly deranged plots.
Scott's van was eerily quiet. Bobby and Sam were still playing cards, and had dragged Kitty into a game of 007. Eventually they switched to Crazy Eights when Kitty kept cheating and phasing the cards she needed away from Sam and Bobby. Xavier had nodded off, with his head gently resting on his chest, and Jean was reading the map. It had taken forever to locate the town on the map. There was only one shown, so she assumed it was where they were headed.
"Fred-rik-town? They sure have strange names around here. Hey, Scott, take the next right turn." Scott gave no sign of acknowledgement. Not even a slight nod. "Scott?" She asked, waving her hand in front of the boy's shades. Pulling them off, hopeful for a reaction, there was nothing. Scott's eyes were tightly closed. He was asleep! "Our driver's asleep!" She screeched. Scott didn't move, Xavier woke up, and Kitty phased out of the van.
Taking the wheel with her telekinesis Jean maneuvered to place them on the right road, leading into Fred-rik-town. The rest of the train followed blindly.
"Well, where do yous tink we are goin'?" Remy asked his traveling companions. Only to discover them all pointing at him. "What?"
"You lost at the Quiet Game mate!" John immediately covered his mouth, as all the others pointed to him.
"Iknewthey'dbethefirsttwoout,payupSabretooth!" Sabretooth growled and passed a ten over to Pietro. Piotr began to do a little dance in his seat.
"I vin! I vin!" (A/N: I think his Russian accent is going to come out sounding a lot like Kurt's German. I'm trying!)
"No you don't! I do!" Sabretooth growled.
"You growled! I vin!" Everyone got very involved in the argument whether a growl counted as sending you out in the Quiet Game.
"We better be getting close, I'm getting really tired."
"Hey! I can drive yo!"
"No thanks, the last thing I need is for you to slime the steering wheel!" And then Lance and Toad got in an argument, because Freddy was snoozing and Wanda was snoring in Storm's van.
As all four vans and the jeep pulled into a hotel, everyone was awakened by Scott's scream as Bobby once again released Larry.
"Well, how else were we going to wake you up? And you're better than an alarm clock!" Bobby offered.
"Where's Kitty? Did we lose Kitty?" Scott asked, looking around worriedly.
"She phased out around thirty miles ago."
"And got run over by Storm before I could phase back into Hank's van!" Kitty looked only slightly annoyed. Storm was completely oblivious to everything short of something she was constructing, that she hid from everyone who tried to see what it was.
"Let's just go in and get some rooms. There will be two to a room, and I will be deciding who goes in which room. Xavier put great emphasis on the word I. Wheeling into the lobby, he went to the concierge. "I would like," he stopped and counted, 28 mutants, and a suspicious wind. 28 divided by two was…14? Looking into Hank's mind he doubled checked his answer. "14 two bed rooms and one room with a single bed, please." The concierge tapped at his computer, and checked the wall that held all the little room keys behind him.
"Sorry, but we only have 11 two bed rooms available eh? There is seven singles if you wants 'em." Xavier groaned. This wasn't going to float well. He looked again at the ever so sleepy mutants. He turned back to the concierge.
"We'll take four of those then."
Taking the pile of keys, he looked around, trying to decide who to put in what room. Jean and Scott had to be separated, for obvious reasons. Hank, who didn't snore would be the only choice to room with Storm. Kurt, Bobby. Separate Kitty, Tabby, Amara and Jubilee. Jubilee could go with Rogue, Kitty and Wanda, Tabby, no wait, she hates Jean. Amara and Jean. Tabby with…oh dear. Tabby with Rahne, and hope there wasn't some sort of outstanding feud. Ray, could go with…Todd, Lance and…Remy. Piotr could room with Fred, and St. John with…Scott. Scott should be able to keep the pyromaniac in check. Sabretooth and Logan would have to be separated, but, then again, Logan wasn't as likely to be taken as a hostage. That left, Roberto, Evan, Jamie and Sam. Sam and Jamie, Sam would take care of the young kid. Roberto and Evan could stay together.
"Sam and Jamie, Jubilee and Rogue, Tabitha and Rahne, Ray and Todd, Logan and Victor, Kurt and Bobby, Kitty and Wanda, Lance and Remy, Piotr with Fred, John and Scott, Amara and Jean, Roberto and Evan, and Sam and Jamie. I expect all the rules that we have at the institute to be followed. Tabitha, you and Rahne will be in one of the single rooms, Kurt, you and Bobby in another, I will take the third, and any other volunteers to take the final one?" Scott and Jean raised their hands. Xavier ignored them. "I'll pick a number between three and 97, and whoever guesses the number, has to sleep in the single. Alright, Sam? Would you care to start?"
"Twelve." Rogue guessed next.
"Ninety-seven." Then came Remy.
"Tirty-seven."
"Nineteen." Jean's guess.
"Three." Kitty.
"Eighty-four."
"That is the number. John, Scott, you get the last single room." John began to beat up on Scott.
"I told ya we shoulda picked twenty-two! That's what you get for not listenen' to me mate!" Scott sighed and took the key Xavier offered him, grateful that he wasn't rooming with Toad.
Everyone went off to their individual rooms, too tired to grumble about their roommates. Hank went over, and picked Storm up from where she was busy assembling, whatever it was she was assembling. He dragged her kicking and screaming up, and asked Xavier if Storm could have the single. Seeing the condition she was in, Xavier agreed, and rolled over to the room he'd be sharing with Hank.
A/N: I was going to end this here, but I haven't really had any Canadiana yet! Except the concierge's eh. But that's it! So, I'm going to continue this one. Onward noble laptop!
Waking up the next morning, and realizing who the warm furry body at the foot of the bed was, Tabby kicked Rahne off.
"Hey! I was having a good dream there!" She said, morphing back to her human self.
"Sorry! But dogs aren't allowed on this bed!"
"Well, cats aren't either!" With that, the two girls leapt at each other, fighting like, well, and cat and a dog, or, er, wolf.
Bobby woke up to greet Kurt's face leaning over him.
"Yaaagh!" He jumped up, waking Kurt in the process.
"Vhat? Vhat? Is there a fire? Vhat?" Kurt saw Bobby sitting, clutching his chest. "Did I vake you?"
"Yes! Why were you hanging over me like that? It scared the crap out of me!"
"Vell, it vas either that lamp hanging over the bed or the closet."
"Next time, sleep in the closet!" Kurt whimpered in response. "What? Are you scared of closets?"
"Ja." Kurt's answer was nearly lost.
"There's nothing in there! Besides, you and McCoy are probably the scariest things we'll find here!"
"I vas locked in small rooms as a child. I vas supposed to be an escape artist."
"So your parents locked you in a closet?"
"Nein, it vas a tiny box." Bobby shrugged and started rooting around in his bag for something to wear.
Scott slept soundly, having confiscated John's lighter, feeling that would ensure his safety, as well as the safety of everyone else. He woke to greet a John who had obviously been up all night, but didn't look any worse for the wear. He looked downright perky in fact.
"Hey Shades! Glad you finally woke up mate. You were out cold for the entire night, so I had to find somethin' to do to you." Scott was too sleepy to register what it was John had said. Entering the bathroom, he took care of his daily personal hygiene without much thought. He had it down to a science.
"Your turn." He exited, turning to the 'perky' Aussie.
"Well, you must really like my artwork then. Glad to see mate!" John jumped up and ran out of the room.
The assorted mutants gathered in the lobby of the hotel, fresh and ready for a new day. Everyone was planning to do the tourist bit.
"I'd like everyone to be back here by eleven pm. We will be continuing tomorrow, so you need some sleep. Where's Storm?"
"I checked her room, but she was, like, gone when I got there."
"Well then Kitty, I will find her, but thank-you for trying."
"You all Yankees?" A strange voice asked.
"What's a Yankee?" Evan whispered to Toad.
"I dunno, maybe it's a tourist yo?"
"Iffen you wants to get a tour round beautiful Fredericton, I'm your man!"
"I thought we were in Fred-rik-town?"
"Fredericton, little lady, it's pronounced Fredericton. And you mights wants to get a new maps, eh? That American one is going to be useless, less you want ta just visit four cities." Jean glanced down at the map she had been using.
"You mean there's more than four cities?" She asked in wonderment.
"I didn't know there was more than two. I thought everyone was nomandic."
"That's nomadic you idiot!" Wanda slapped Jamie over the head, creating three more.
"You ain't exactly the normal group of Yanks, are ya?"
"No, We are mutants. I'm sure you've heard of us."
"Dun't matter. We gets all kinds down here. So, howsabout that tour? Ten dollars per person Canadian."
"We don't have Canadian money." Sam pulled out his pockets as if to illustrate his point. Three more boxes like Larry's fell out. Scott shied away, drawing attention to himself.
"Well now, what's your talent kid? Makin' yerself ugly?" The Canadian native began to laugh, slapping his thigh. Everyone else laughed too, Scott's face was covered in face paint from god knows where, and it looked like an elephant had painted it. John was acting like a showgirl, striking various poses meant to display Scott's face. Scott's cheeks once again flushed red, but no one could see because they were already covered with splotches and splatters of green, red, yellow and blue. Scott marched back up to his room and furiously washed his face, scrubbing off a layer of skin.
"Well now, I can take ye all to a place to change yer Yankee money into some funny money. Then ye can pay me, those of you who wants the tour. So, how many are thinkin' bout it?" Hank, Xavier, Jamie, Fred, Wanda, Toad, Piotr, Jean, Scott, and Roberto all raised their hands. The tour guide counted. "Ten o' ye? Alright. My name be Luke. If ye all wanna follow me, I'll show ye a place to change yer money."
The entire group marched out after Luke, except Logan and Sabretooth, who had their own agendas. Luke did bring them to a building that looked like a bank.
"Bank of Montreal? I've, like, never heard of that."
"Aye, better than CIBC, all Canadian bank it is." Luke brought them inside, walking up to one of the tellers. "I've gots another group of Yanks. I'll leave 'em to ye, eh?" The teller nodded.
"How many of ye are they?" Xavier turned and began to count again. (You'd think he'd have the number memorized by now.) "Twenny-six? So, are ye changin' all yer money, or just some?" Slightly stunned at the speed of her counting, Xavier just passed a large number of bills towards the teller. Taking them, the teller looked, and counted out the American. Striking some random keys on her computer for effect, she pulled out piles of Canadian. "Would ye like yer money in hundreds, fifties, or twennies?"
"Mostly twenties please." The teller nodded and began counting out twenties, puling them out of one hand and counting at a lightning fast pace.
"Twennyfortysixtyeightyhundredtwennyfortysixtyeightytwotwennyforty…" She continued in a manner that even rivaled Pietro. "Here ye are, two thousan', all in twennies. Have fun." Xavier turned, and gave each person four bills.
"If you want any more money, you will have to change some of your own. Eighty should be plenty for your needs. I will provide you with additional funds at our next stop. I will give you another twenty there, at each place that we make a stop. That will be all now, those of you coming on the tour, we will now follow Luke."
"One question, where can Remy get a good cup o' coffee?"
"Tim Hortens, that's the place alright. Are all of ye achin' for some caffeine? I'll take ye over there, free o' charge." Once again, the group followed Luke out and around the block.
"If this Tim Hortens is so good, why have Ah never heard of it?" Rogue asked Luke.
"Cuz you Yanks have this thing abou' Canadian ideers."
"What's a 'timbit' dude?" Evan was looking up at the various items offered on the menu.
"Liddle doughnuts."
"Are they any good?" Bobby was again looking around, trying to see anyone eating a 'timbit'.
"Order some and find out fer yerselves." The younger mutants ordered a Family Pack, and everyone took one of the doughy balls. The older mutants sat down, looking at the cups of coffee dubiously. Never before had a Tim Hortens run out of timbits.
Full of doughy goodness, the X-Men and Lance went out to find something to amuse themselves. Entering the residential district, Tabby, Amara, Kitty and Jubilee began to ask for directions to the nearest mall. Upon receiving them, they hopped the first bus heading in the general direction they had been pointed in.
The remaining eight mutants wandered around, coming upon a group playing street hockey.
"Woah! These guys play hockey in the summer? Without any ice?"
"Ye got a problem with that, Yankee?" The group stopped playing and circled the smaller group of mutants. Everyone steeled themselves, ready for a fight, Rahne snarled and half changed, while Evan popped spikes out of his back, and various hands began to charge with various energies. Rogue removed a glove, and Kurt turned off his image inducer, hoping to scare the other teens off at the sight of his true self.
"So ye be muties? Fry! Ain't ye one too?" The first kid stepped forward, cracking his knuckles, beginning to glow gently.
"If it's a fight ye want, I can give ye all a spankin'." Sam paled, obviously the only one who knew what John was saying.
"What's a spanking?" Lance asked, everyone looked at him and shrugged. Sam spent a minute backing away from Fry before he answered.
"A very, very painful beating." Everyone shrugged again, as Fry neatly dispatched Lance. Flipping him over, he began to spank Lance. Bobby threw a blast of ice and froze Fry. His friends didn't seem at all bothered by this. Fry absorbed all of the ice, and everything else thrown at him. Evan's spikes, Ray's electrical charges, everything. He even accidentally absorbed Kurt's tail and Rogue's hand.
"Sorry miss, Fuzzbutt! Get your tail outta my shoulder!"
"I'm stuck! Help!"
"Hey! You're German? I don't got no quarrels wid you. Except your tail's still in my shoulder!" Something landed very near Fry and Kurt. And then exploded, separating Kurt and Fry, Fry merely absorbed the force of the explosion.
"I guess dat Xavier was right in sendin' Remy ta look after yous kids. Yous are already fightin' wid de natives."
"Hey! Cajun! This ain't your fight! Get outta here!" Fry was glowing very brightly now, he suddenly dimmed, and everything he had absorbed, except Kurt's tail and Rogue's hand, came flying out. The explosive force, the ice, the electrical energy, the spikes, everything. Knocking every person flat on their butts. "Alrighty Ice Boy, if ye want to play on ice, ye make the rink. We'll provide the equipment. Ye guys against us, all out powers. National rules. Sound fair?"
Everyone nodded. Bobby froze a large area, creating an ice rink, while the Canadian players ran home to grab the extra equipment needed. Before long, everyone had a helmet, hockey stick, pair of skates, and a few rudimentary pieces of equipment. An innocent bystander was roped into reffing the game. A large stocky boy named Mike was in goal, and Evan was playing goal for the X-Men. Remy was sitting by, watching, while Bobby was trying to explain the NHL rules to Kurt, Rahne, Rogue and Sam. Fry took center forward, and Ray took the position for the X-Men. Ref (Who the innocent bystander will be called now) dropped the puck and blew the whistle, starting the game.
Fry stole the puck, absorbing the blast of electricity Ray sent his way, and passed over to his wingman, who Rogue promptly dropped. Stealing the puck, and using the other kid's abilities, she blew past the first defender, only to be stopped by the second one. Once again, the puck was stolen. And turned around. The game continued in such a fashion, until Bobby got in the way of a slap-shot.
"I think we better get him some help Fry." The kid named Meryll said.
"He's faking. Play on!"
"He ain't getting' up." 'she poked him with her stick.
"We've all been hit in the crotch before, we've survived!" The other boys on the team nodded.
"He still ain't getting up."
"Play on!"
"He ain't breathin' either."
"Uh oh. That's ain't good. Any you Yanks ready to do some mouth-to-mouth on this kid?" Fry turned to the X-Men sitting on the bench. "No? We better find someone who is willin' then, afore he turns blue."
"He's changin' colour." Mike said, skating over, "An' the ice is meltin'. Cool! He's turning' the same colour as one of the old fivers!" A woman rushed out of her house and over to the blue Bobby.
"Haven't I warned ye all abou' playin' withou' the proper 'quipment? Now look at what've ye done ter yer new friend!" She gave Bobby a sharp kick in the sides. He began to cough and sputter, than rolled around, clutching his private parts, moaning. "Now git home and git the rest of yer equipment afore the rest of yer are hit! Git! Go!" The old lady shooed them all off. The X-Men and Lance picked up Bobby, and left their borrowed equipment o the now rapidly melting ice. Running from the lady as fast as they could, they ran into Tabby, Amara, Jubilee and Kitty, returning from what looked like a semi-successful mall crawl.
"We got kicked out." Amara said mournfully.
"We're going back, like, as soon as we put all this, like, stuff away though!"
"What happened to him?" Jubilee pointed to Bobby, who was limping along.
"He got hit, down under." Kurt offered. The girls winced, having a slight idea of the pain Bobby now felt. They all hopped onto a bus, that returned them to their hotel.
Bobby, Sam, Ray, Evan, Kurt, and Lance all remained behind, playing cards, and giving Bobby an ice pack and a chance to recover. Rogue and Rahne opted to follow the shop-a-holics for round two of their shopping spree.
"They don't have DKNY, I can't believe that!" Jubilee was complaining, just a little.
"Yeah, and what is the Bay? I've never, like, even heard of it before!"
"Ooo! What's Northern Reflections? Or Columbia?" Tabby, ever the kleptomaniac, was on the hunt for items that stores had on sale for a five-fingered discount.
"Ah just want ta find a store where Ah can get another book an' some more batteries."
"You mean you don't want to do any other kind of shopping?" Amara looked at Rogue as if she were crazy. Rogue shook her head no.
"Hey, look! There's Storm! What's she doing?"
"I don't know Rahne, maybe we should go take a look!" Tabby ran over to the item Storm had left behind. "It looks like a tailpipe from a car. She beat me to stealing a tailpipe!" Tabby was truly disappointed. Turning, the five girls left the tailpipe, and finished their shopping.
"I can't believe that their fives are blue! And their tens are purple!" Amara had been caught off guard by Canadian funny money. She was talking to Jean, who was extremely bored from the tour. Everyone but Hank was.
"Hey, did you two hear about the mall we were at earlier?" Kitty popped her head in through the wall. Amara and Jean both shook their heads. Kitty popped the rest of her in and turned on the T.V. She then continued on to the next room.
"It blew up?" Amara asked, slightly stupidly, staring at the news report. "Boom-Boom! Jubilee! Which one of you blew up the mall?" She went out, looking for heads.
They boys were still sitting, playing cards. Each of them had half-a-dozen of the little boxes. Each identical to Larry's, except for the names scrawled on the sides. There was a Jamie clone playing look-out for any of the chaperones, Acolytes, or Scott.
"I'll raise you Betsy, and toss in Eddie." Lance had started off with Eddie, and won five other little boxes from Kurt.
"I fold. Adios Harry!" Roberto called out to the little box he had tossed into the pile.
"Me too. Sorry Kelly! I'll win you back! I promise!" Jamie (the original) had a few tears in his eyes."
"I'm in, see you soon Larry!" Bobby had hung onto Larry the entire time.
"Full house!" Lance cried triumphantly. He began scooping up the five boxes in the centre.
"Oooo. Nice Lance, but not good enough! Four of a kind kings! I'll take those!" He reached over and delicately plucked Eddie, Betsy, Harry, Kelly, and Larry from Lance's grasp.
"Damn! I lost the mouse! And my rat!" Jamie turned and looked at Bobby, his eyes slowly filling up with tears.
"Fine! Have your roach back!" Roberto looked at Bobby, tears in his eye. "Sorry 'Berto, but you ain't cute enough to pull it off."
"I'll pay you then." Bobby shook his head. "Teach you how to swear in Portuguese?" Bobby's eyes lit up.
"Deal!" He handed over the box marked Harry.
"Mr. McCoy is comin'!" The Jamie clone by the door shouted out, Running toward the original, disappearing along the way.
"Alright, everyone back to their rooms! You can stay up, but into your rooms now! I'll be waking you all up bright and early tomorrow!" Everyone groaned, especially Ray. He still had to share with Toad.
A/N: There! My parents are working against me every step of the way on this one. My muse finally hits me, and I have to go to sleep! Plus, I'm being dragged down to Las Vegas for a week, which means, I'm going to miss Canada Day! *breaks down and sobs, while muse pats back* I did manage to con them into bringing the laptop though, I don't know if I can hook up the internet. Will try so I can update! I also must apologize to Eastern Canadians everywhere. I'm absolutely horrible at accents. Please don't stone me!